the words i spent so long writing about him are no longer on the front page of my blog, popping up every time i go to make a new entry or to scroll up and down on the page thinking of an entry to make but being at loss of words to say anything. some days it pours out of me, others i can't even think about the smallest of things without breaking down. the way the sun shines into the car as i sit in the passenger seat, the way i passed out with friends on friday night waking up feeling at home, the way in which the sun burned my ass leaving me an awful tan line. simple things that trigger not so simple things and make me cry.
it's been 10 days since i last spoke to him.
not even 10 seconds since i last thought about him.
4 days at my new job.
4 stories written and published. the 5th on the way. the internet is quick.
6 months since things got fucked up.
excuse my language. i hate to curse.
season 2, episode 5 of trailer park boys.
6 am my cat wakes me up crying for food.
sunny doodles are my favorite fattening snack.
surgi-cream is the beauty product i'll never admit to loving.
10 minutes. the time i took writing this post so that in these ten minutes i wouldn't be so tortured by my own movements, thoughts, fears of the past becoming a reality.
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